Gears wish that they were clocks
Rotating the needles of time
The bells of the past to chime
Gears wish that they were experiences
Grinding to level up their thoughts
And one day connects all the dots
Gears wish that they were the missing puzzle pieces
Completing the big picture of life
Though dreams supposed to be rife
The system moves like a giant wheel
Each one affects the way they feel
In solitude, they stood helplessly
In their place, they spun eternally
Gears wish that they were humans
Living the dreams in the palm of their hands
Moving the broken ones throughout the lands
a missing contraption,
Andri Kurniawan